The Late-night Deadline at Work

Hi readers, I am Krittika. Thank you, everyone, for the tremendous support and lots of feedback. I will keep your feedback in mind while writing the stories now on. Also, you can read my previous post here. This story is the continuation of the previous stories.

It is the story of Aman, who had fun with a girl from his past (a childhood friend) a long time ago. Now I am narrating the story on behalf of Aman (the man of my life).

After that night of our 1st encounter, we got busy in our respective lives for the next 5 days (Monday to Friday). On Friday evening (approx. 7 PM), I received a call from Smita, and she wanted to meet me.

Aman: I am occupied with the presentation. I have to finish this by the end of the day.

Smita: I wanted to meet you. Am I allowed to come to your office? At least I can spend some time there with you if allowed.

Aman: I am the only one working on the floor, and it is a startup. So no one would be around to mind you. Also, I can get some help from you, too. Once you arrive at the **** location, call me. I will come down and pick you up.

After this call, I got another call after 45-50 minutes, and she was in the parking area. I reached there. When I was searching for her, she found me and gave me a hug from behind. I was shocked for a second and turned around. Seeing her, my eyes lit up, and I gave her a lip kiss.

We kissed for around 2 minutes in the parking area, and immediately we realised this and broke the kiss. She adjusted her hair and face, and then we both came to my floor. It was 10.30 PM, it was just Smita and me, and we were stuck with the presentation for a client.

At this moment, I was tired of the work, and I noticed Smita was sitting 3 desks away, scrolling through her phone. I forgot to mention that she was wearing a white shirt and a navy-blue pencil skirt. She had taken off her blazer.

Smita: Need coffee?
Aman: I need more than just coffee. This data doesn’t make any sense.
Smita walked over to me, stood behind my chair, leaning forward to look at my screen. Her chest was brushing against my shoulder.

Smita: See (pointing at the graph), the numbers are off here.
Aman: Forget the numbers (looking at her neck).
Smita: Relax a bit, or else you will burn out.

She started giving me a neck massage.
Aman groaned: Oh god, that hurts.
Smita: (After giving five minutes of massage) Does it feel better?

When I turned towards her, her face was close to me. Our eyes met, and within seconds we started kissing each other. The work was forgotten. I stood up and pushed her to the chair.

Aman: We are the only ones on the floor. The security guard won’t come to this floor. We have a lot of time here.

Smita: What do you want to do with that time, Aman?

I didn’t answer. I reached out and touched the top of her shirt. This was tight. She didn’t stop me. Rather, she was watching my fingers. I undid the 1st button, then the 2nd. The white shirt parted, revealing the lacy black bra underneath.

The contrast was stunning. I leaned down and kissed her neck. She gasped and grabbed my belt, pulling me closer. I kissed the hollow of her throat.

Smita: Aman… Aman, if we start this…We will end up naked.
Aman: Don’t you want this to happen?
Smita: You caught me.

She swept her arms across the table, pushing the papers and laptop to one side of the desk. I grabbed her waist and lifted her. I sat her right on the edge of the table and commanded her to spread her legs. As she did, her tight skirt rode up her thighs.

I stepped in between her legs and ran my hands all over her calves, knees and onto her soft thighs. I pushed her skirt higher until it bunched up at her waist. She was wearing a pair of black pants matching her bra.

Aman: Nice panties.
Smita: Less talking.

Saying this, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my face closer and kissed me hard. After a couple of minutes of kissing, I broke the kiss and moved towards her neck. My hands went to the clasp of her bra. I fumbled for a second, then it popped open.

She shrugged her shirt off her shoulders and let it hang by her elbows. Her boobs went free. I bent my head and took one nipple in my mouth.

Smita groaned: Oh yes, Aman, bite them, suck them hard.

I followed her instructions. Grazed her nipple with my teeth, then soothed it with my tongue. I switched from one nipple to another. In the meantime, my hand went between her legs over the black silk. She was soaking wet.

Aman: You are ready for a ride.
Smita: I have been ready since the parking area. Take them off!

I hooked my fingers into her panties and pulled them down. She kicked them off her one foot, leaving them dangling from the other ankle. She immediately unzipped my trousers and freed my dick. She looked down and wrapped her hand around my dick and started stroking it.

After stroking 6-7 times, she demanded, “Do it. Now.” She was damn wet to have foreplay. I grabbed her waist and pulled her to the edge of the desk, and placed my dick over her pussy. I was teasing her with circular motion over her pussy.

She was annoyed with me. She grabbed my dick and placed it at the entrance of her pussy. Adjusted herself and pushed herself into the dick. It was tight. Intense. She screamed loudly. It was an empty floor, and the sound echoed.

Aman: Shhhh, the guard. (placed a kiss)
Smita: Screw the guard. Just fuck me hard like the other day.

I held her legs around my waist and began to move my dick inside her pussy slowly. I thrust hard each time. It went deep inside her pussy.

Slup Slup Slup

Smita was loud with every stroke, digging her nails into my back through my shirt.
Smita: Deeper… Hit it… Hard. Oh god, yes, Aman, do it fast.

I leaned forward and pounded into her fast and relentlessly. Smita wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in deeper than I thought possible. The friction was incredible. The visual of her half-naked in her office outfit, messy hair, flushed face, was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

Smita: Aman, yes baby… Faster Faste… I am close.
Smita: Do it fast, yes, yes, yes…

I didn’t slow down, and her body started to shake. She clamped down on me, and her inner muscles squeezed me tight. This triggered me, and I let go. I groaned, driving deep and spilling my cum deep inside her pussy. We stayed like that for a minute, me leaning over her and breathing heavily into her neck.

Her legs were still wrapped around me. After a couple of minutes, I pulled out of her pussy, and she released her legs.

Aman: Now I have to finish the presentation.
Smita: (With a smile on her face) You have done enough work for the day.

Hopped off the desk. She buttoned her shirt and lowered her skirt. She completely removed the panty and threw her panty on my face. I smelled deep and said, “Babe, I demand a rematch.”

She smirked and said, “Hurry up, babe. Don’t be late”.

Smita: Let’s take the staircase, can’t wait for that long.

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